今天看了张信哲和周迅主演的《烟雨红颜》。两个人经历了很多悲欢离合，最终还是没在一起。周迅选择了嫁给一个自己并不爱的人，但她始终忘不了他，她尽自己的努力去获得和他在一起的机会，并把离婚作为他们重获幸福的手段。而他却以各种理由不支持她的离婚。他说，你不要和他离婚，你跟着我不会幸福的。我在十年前（十年前，他遭了一场变故）就已经死了，这十年我是多活的。我唯一能做的就是沉，但我想一个人沉，我不愿你跟着我一起沉。周迅说，我对你的感情本来就是自暴自弃的，我要和你一起沉。
   最后结尾的时候，周迅收到一封信，内容还是一样的，充满了悲观色彩，特别是“我们的情充满了悲伤”。
   周迅穿着旗袍，推开窗子。手轻轻地接住空中飘着的雪花，心里叹道，十年前我妈死的时候，我觉得不管在何处，始终是异乡，你是我唯一的希望。我真的没骗你，我活者完全是为了你，原来只有心跳的地方才是故乡。
   这样的男人何必去爱，爱情需要两个人的共同努力，一个自暴自弃的人，一个在感情方面软软弱弱的人，不值得拥有爱情。

看完美剧《虚构安娜》（Inventing Anna），故事改编自真实事件，震惊了！咁都得？！ 故事讲述一个假扮德国贵族，亿万身家继承人的女骗徒，假装创业，成立基金会，骗取纽约市，众多上流社会名人、银行家，律师，记者的信任，住最好的酒店的总统套房，偷私人飞机，坐别人的私人游...  (展开)

第一次在豆瓣里写下自己的笨拙有感哩quq 故事的最后，Jaime和Marike同处于一个空间，几年未见的她们，再见对方时各自内心又有着怎样的翻涌？青春期暧昧时，Marike手扣住欲离开的Jaime，Jaime问：“Not gonna let me go？”多年以后，Jaime依旧这样问。我就想到漫画《青之花》的...  (展开)

The Lost City of Z is a very long way from a true story — and I should know
A new Hollywood film hypes Percy Fawcett as a great explorer. In fact, he was a racist incompetent who achieved very little

The new film The Lost City of Z is being advertised as based on the true story of one of Britain’s greatest explorers. It is about Lt-Col Percy Fawcett. Greatest explorer? Fawcett? He was a surveyor who never discovered anything, a nutter, a racist, and so incompetent that the only expedition he organised was a five-week disaster. Calling him one of our greatest explorers is like calling Eddie the Eagle one of our greatest sportsmen. It is an insult to the huge roster of true explorers. Had the advertisement been about a soap powder, it would fall foul of the Trade Descriptions Act.

Percy Fawcett joined the army immediately after school, with a commission in the artillery in 1886. The next 20 years involved garrison duty in Ceylon and postings in Malta and England. The only significant events were getting married and becoming a devotee (like many others) of the charlatan psychic Madame Blavatsky. Fawcett’s game-changer came in 1906, when he was 40. The army let him take the Royal Geographical Society’s course on frontier surveying. Far away in South America, Bolivia had just sold its rubber-rich province of Acre to Brazil, so it needed its new north-western boundary mapped. The Bolivians approached the RGS for a mature surveyor to do this. The society’s secretary asked the newly qualified Fawcett whether he wanted to go; he accepted, reported for duty in La Paz and was at work on the new Amazonian frontier by the end of the year. This survey was the best thing Fawcett did. But he described it as boring, because the new frontier was all along rivers. This was the height of the great Amazon rubber boom, so he and his team cruised from one comfortable rubber barraca to the next, taking their regular measurements.

Fawcett’s only publications were a series of papers in the Geographical Journal about his mapping work. But he kept a journal, and in 1953 his son Brian edited this and other papers into a book called Exploration Fawcett. He emerges from it as a typical Edwardian colonial officer — friendly with South Americans but looking down on them, appalled by the cruelty at some rubber stations, full of gossip about life on this remote but boom-rich backwater, and uninterested in nature apart from banalities about dangerous snakes and irritating insects.

In 1908, the Bolivians asked Fawcett to survey another of their frontiers with Brazil: a small river called Verde, far away at the north-eastern corner of the large landlocked country. The preparations were appalling. Fawcett took minimal supplies, since he was accustomed to being fed by rubber stations. This was the end of the dry season with the river at its lowest. So they soon had to abandon their boat and continue on foot. After only a week, all food was exhausted and they were really starving. Fawcett casually remarked that five out of his six peons died from the effects of this five-week disaster. This was the only expedition he led into unexplored territory.

The Bolivians invited Fawcett back in 1910, this time to map part of their boundary with Peru. It involved paddling up a frontier river called Heath and two meetings with indigenous peoples on the banks. The first group fired arrows and guns over their heads. But Fawcett waded ashore with presents and shouting a few words of ‘Chuncho’ (the Peruvian word for all forest peoples) that he had memorised but did not understand. That was the only time that Fawcett attempted any language other than Spanish. Further up the Heath river, Fawcett met a tribe he called Ecocha (now Ese Eja) whom he really liked. They were ‘embarrassingly hospitable’ with their food, so Fawcett spent a few days with them and recorded something of their ethnography. He returned for a second visit in 1911.

After a final survey for the Bolivian government in 1913, of the upper Beni river in the Andes, Fawcett went sightseeing in central Bolivia. He and two companions were paddled down the big Guaporé river. They stopped at Mequens on its Brazilian bank to visit the Swedish anthropologist Baron Erland Nordenski?ld and his attractive wife, who provided guides to take them on a walk inland to visit a people they called Maxubi (now Makurap). The Maxubi were friendly and hospitable, but continuing on a forest trail Fawcett met another tribe (probably Sakurabiat) to whom he took a violent dislike. When one aimed a drawn bow at him, Fawcett shot the man with a Mauser revolver — absolutely forbidden by Brazil’s Indian Service. He described them as he imagined Neanderthals or Piltdown Man to have looked: ‘large hairy men, with exceptionally long arms, and foreheads sloping back from pronounced eye ridges… villainous savages, hideous ape men with pig-like eyes.’ No Amazonian Indian has body hair or looks remotely like this — I know, because I have spent time with over 40 different peoples. These two groups, and the two on the Heath, were the only tribal people seen by Fawcett. He liked two of them. So it was strange that he wrote racist gibberish that ‘there are three kinds of Indians. The first are docile and miserable people, easily tamed; the second, dangerous, repulsive cannibals very rarely seen; the third, a robust and fair people, who must have a civilised origin.’

When Fawcett was in the cattle country of central Bolivia in September 1914, news came of the outbreak of war. So he hurried home and by January 1915 was back in the artillery. In his late forties, he was too old for frontline service; but he fought a good war, ending as Lieutenant-Colonel.

In one of his pre-war lectures to the RGS, Fawcett had spoken of possible ancient ruins in the Amazon forests. He was now told about a scrap of paper dated 1743 in which bandeirantes imagined that they had seen a deserted city in the jungles. (The bandeirantes were slavers who scoured the interior of Brazil for Indians to capture. Although most of these thugs were illiterate, others did write reports about their travels — none of which said a word about seeing ruins.) Fawcett gave this imaginary ‘lost city’ the codename Z, and finding it became an obsession.

The easiest forest tribes to visit in Brazil were on the headwaters of one of the Amazon’s southern tributaries, the Xingu. A German anthropologist had contacted a dozen amiable peoples there in 1884; and since then they had been visited by seven groups of anthropologists or Indian Service officials. All had walked in by the same trail. So in 1920 Fawcett tried to follow this route — even though it was nowhere near where the chimera city might have been. His plans went wrong, so he got no further than a ranch halfway along the trail. In 1921 he searched for the mythical city down on the Atlantic coast, by train inland from Salvador da Bahia; but, hardly surprisingly, the miners there knew nothing.

In 1925, by now penniless but desperate, Fawcett tried again to reach the upper Xingu tribes. He now took two inexperienced ex-public schoolboys, his son Jack and Jack’s friend Raleigh Rimmel. The old surveyor made two suicidal pronouncements. One was that the trio should travel light, with nothing more than small packs. Everyone in Amazonia knew that you could not cut trails and keep your team fed with fewer than eight men. (I can confirm this, having done months of such cutting and carrying.) But Fawcett sent their pack animals and porters back, and continued with only his two novices. His other dictum was that Indians would look after them. This was equally dangerous. The Xingu tribes pride themselves on generosity; but they expect visitors to reciprocate. All expeditions in the past four decades had brought plenty of presents such as machetes, knives and beads. Fawcett had none. He committed other blunders that antagonised their hosts. So it was only a matter of days before they were all dead.

Twenty years later, Chief Comatsi of the Kalapalo tribe gave a very detailed account of Fawcett’s visit, reminding his assembled people of exactly how they had killed the unwelcome strangers. But the German anthropologist Max Schmidt, who was there in 1926, thought that they had plunged into the forests, got lost and starved to death; this was also the view of a missionary couple called Young who were on another Xingu headwater. The Brazilian Indian Service regretted that Fawcett, who was obsessively secretive, had not asked for their help in dealing with the Indians. They felt he was killed because of the harshness and lack of tact that all recognised in him.

Such was the sad tale of this incompetent, whose only skill was in surveying. But the disappearance of an English colonel while searching for a mythical ancient city in tropical rain forests was a media sensation. Two expeditions went to try to learn more. There was revived interest in the 1950s with the publication of Exploration Fawcett and the Kalapalo chief’s account of how they killed the Englishmen. Then it was forgotten until 2009 when David Grann, a talented writer, published The Lost City of Z. Unfortunately, Grann hyped the story out of all proportion and wrongly depicted Fawcett as a great explorer.

As he cheerfully admitted, Grann had no experience of rainforests. But he let his imagination run riot, with pages about ferocious piranhas, huge anacondas, electric eels (actually a fish that has never killed a man), frogs ‘with enough toxins to kill 100 people’, ‘predator’ pig-like peccary, ‘sauba ants that could reduce the men’s clothes to threads in a single night, ticks that attached like leeches (another scourge) and the red hairy chiggers that consumed human tissue. The cyanide-squirting millipedes. The parasitic worms that caused blindness…’ and so on. Everyone who know tropical forests, including me, knows that almost every word of this is nonsense.

Fawcett himself gave a simple account of his four surveying journeys for the Bolivian government. But for Grann, ‘in expedition after expedition… he explored thousands of square miles of the Amazon and helped redraw the map of South America’. Fawcett admitted that he was ‘a greenhorn in the jungle’ and knew nothing about nature. But Grann wrote that he moved ‘inch by inch through the jungle, tracing rivers and mountains, cataloguing exotic species… [until] he had explored as much of the region as anyone’.

For Grann, Fawcett was competing against other explorers ‘who were racing into the interior of South America’. The only study that Fawcett made after leaving school in 1886 was his RGS surveying course. He never mentioned any library research. But for Grann he was ‘almost unique’ in viewing 16th- and 17th-century chronicles ignored by other scholars; he re–evaluated El Dorado chronicles and consulted ‘archival records’ and ‘tribesmen’ in ‘piecing together his theory of Z’. Not a word of this was true, either.

Grann wrote that, as an author, he would have been lost without my three-volume, 2,100-page history of Brazilian Indians and five centuries of exploration. He quotes quite often from my books. So he had no excuse for describing Fawcett’s brief visits to three indigenous villages as the ‘discovery of so many previously unknown Indians’, from whom ‘he learned to speak myriad indigenous languages’, and adopted ‘herbal medicines and native methods of hunting [so that he] was better able to survive off the land’. Equally absurd was his rubbish about cannibalistic tribes, blow guns with poisoned darts, or Kuikuro menacing him with ‘gleaming spears flickering’ from the undergrowth (they never used spears, or had metal even, before their contact 130 years ago).

When the colonel vanished, Grann writes that ‘scores’ of explorers tried to find him, and that ‘one recent estimate put the death toll from these expeditions as high as 100.’ Actually, only one search expedition reached the Xingu, led by George Dyott in 1928. (It found that the three Englishmen had been killed by Indians.) The only other expedition was in 1932, but it got only as far as the Araguaia river far to the east. The death toll from these two attempts was zero. In 1935 a ridiculous actor called Albert de Winton went by himself to the Xingu and was killed by Indians who wanted his gun. So if we count him, the death toll is one — well short of Grann’s 100.

These and a great many other passages are artistic licence and hype of an absurd order. Hollywood believed everything Grann wrote, and then hyped it up more. People wishing to learn about the maverick colonel should consult his own fairly modest memoir — not the recent fantasy book and film about him. But I could recommend scores of writings by real explorers.

John Hemming is a Canadian explorer; the three volumes of his history of Brazilian Indians are Red Gold (1978), Amazon Frontier (1985) and Die If You Must (2004)

看完影片之后，我就直接来写评论了。老实说，我一开始只写了一个短评，给了4星评价。
我然后就开始看影友的观感，甚至于连豆瓣评分都没看（10分制，本片居然4分，相当烂的意思）。

这一看，我彻底迷茫了：1星，2星满天飞，3星都少的可怜。3星的我就不说了，毕竟这片子的确在我心目中也的确算不上经典，你给3分也许有你的理由，但1星、2星的人真的去看这部电影了么·？？？

短评上我也说过了，这部片子说是科幻片，的确有些牵强附会。刨除科幻元素，对剧本本身几乎没有影响，稍加改动，依然是一部完整合理的影片。但是，鉴于此片是导演很喜爱，并且向《银翼杀手》致敬的一部片子，加入科幻元素我是可以理解的（影片的部分场景、色调、拍摄手法同《银翼杀手》相仿，且没有照搬）。所以，不科幻，就是烂片·？？？你是看影片，还是来意淫，又或者是来看特效的·？？？

至于剧情，女主的下落和“发生了什么”，始终是贯穿故事的主线和矛盾点。男主也是通过线索一点点串联故事的发展，只是不能“发声”，你们就看不懂了么·？？？女主开篇的渲染，和语言，都是在渲染、引发随后的整个故事。整个故事逻辑流畅、合理，怎么就一片混乱了·？？？

对于剧中人物，男主，女主，反一号，反二号，各有特色，没有谁是彻头彻尾的“恶棍、垃圾”。主角不说，反一号的所作所为，全是为了女儿和自己，女主的背叛让他愤怒，对朋友大家自己去评判。反二号，········（对不起，刚才写了些，但发现会剧透，所以又删掉了），也算不上不可理解吧·？？？

至于写那个影片简介的，也是个脑残的主。什么 “在未来人们连最基本的发声都很难”。沃日你大爷~！
就这样，一个脑残的人，写的一个脑残的简介，结果引发了一群脑残的评论。

总之，看完影评后，我很愤怒，所以专门回来修改了评价，我就是要给这个才4分烂片一个 “力荐”。
另外，引用一下另一位影友的影评：
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“ 想说

我知道，打一星两星的人里一定有着大量虚伪的见风使舵者。

这些见风使舵者摸索着辗转一个又一个的评论区，遇到本身分高的电影，可以看也不看直接打高分，希望越来越高，看到分低的电影，也可以看也不看直接打一星，希望继续烂得连用铲子铲都铲不翻身。

他们私底下一定对心里另一个微弱的声音大喊过，我愿意，谁能限制我个人的感受，我个人的主观意愿，老子想让它死，就会往烧灼它的火堆里多扔几块柴火，老子想让它红，就会在它身边多放几挂鞭。

所以当一名导演就只能笑，人人陪笑。哭，独自垂泪嘛。”

其实已经厌烦了“疯批”“面若莲花，心若蛇蝎”这类形容词。叶冰裳实在是书里为数不多的正常人了，对贫苦之人多有善举，被女主多次明害，也都选择原谅。八岁时因为犹豫不决，错过了送还护心麟的机会，成了女主粉揪着不放攻击她的理由（这时候她们对女主害叶冰裳的事闭口不提了...  (展开)

这篇剧评可能有剧透 1.“低语”不仅仅来自索尔。 主创被问到“低语是否来自索尔”时含糊其辞打了一套太极十八式，说到“ 这和个体信念有关，也许是索尔但不一定是直接的联系”。 就像地球上我们用无线电传播信息一样，22b星球可以用低语的方式和个体建立联系。星球上的多方力量（黑袍人，赤道文明...  (展开)

（已刊于2013年7月24日北京青年报）

  作为接档《金枝欲孽Ⅱ》的《好心作怪》，被定义为“具有黑色幽默的人性悬疑时装剧”，听起来就颇有新意。熟悉TVB的观众对无线几大类型剧并不陌生，从八九十年代的如日中天，到如今的青黄不接，在以个人风格鲜明的一众监制的创作下，形成了家族剧、刑侦剧、温馨小品剧、职业剧、武侠剧等诸多深受欢迎的剧集类型，各具代表性的经典之作更是浩瀚如烟。因此，无论是主创还是演员阵容都无法与昔日鼎盛光景相抗衡的现状下，延续老路势必很难超越，反倒脱不开被比较的尴尬，不如另辟蹊径，求新求变以再创辉煌。
    
  《好心作怪》的监制是张乾文，他在TVB也算是一员老将，虽然不及邓特希、戚其义、邝业生、潘嘉德等同期监制名气响亮，但也不可抹杀他风格多样、勇于创新的不俗成绩，三十多部类型迥异的监制剧集极大地丰富了无线多年来的电视荧幕，从早期的的《卫斯理》《雷霆第一关》，到近年来的《绝代商娇》《缺宅男女》，张乾文的作品时常会聚焦和探讨一般剧集中较少出现的话题和社会现象，易经八卦、神话科幻、房奴、拜金、补习热等都是他的剧集中曾涉及的内容，“新意”和“独到”似乎是张监制秉持的原则和追求的境界。
    
  这部新作也贯彻了令人耳目一新的宗旨，讲述了通过换心手术而得救的企业家（苗侨伟饰演）在人性上的反思和转变，同时也设计了多个扑朔迷离的案中案牵涉其中，黄宗泽和万绮雯更是频繁换脸，以不同角色亮相，令人不由被玄妙的剧情吸引而欲罢不能。

  对于公益事业的大量涉及是本剧的一大特色，从换心手术开始，全片剧情基本都围绕着“捐赠器官是生命另一种方式的延续”这一主题来展开，当亲人目睹那颗装满爱的心继续澎湃而有力地跳动时，继续在世界上散发微亮的光时，甚至仿佛继续能感受到心底的爱意时，也许都会不免相信，人走灯不必灭，我们可以选择用这种方式继续留在世界上，对于爱你的人们来说何尝不是一种慰藉？还有剧中出现的环保理念、拯救“夜青”行动、扶植中小企业创业计划等情节，都宣扬积极正面的生活态度的同时又巧妙结合在剧情中毫无违和感。当越来越多的人质疑TVB没营养，“师奶剧”“口水剧”泛滥的时候，《好心作怪》的出现无疑给了他们一记响亮的耳光，无论收视率如何，哪怕能借此影响到一个人，多一个善念，做一个善举，我想，对于这部剧集来说都是无上的功德吧。

  本剧的卡司阵容也透着新意，苗侨伟自复出后表现一直备受好评，此次挑大梁的角色在换心前后反差很大，一次次自我叩问和反思中人性的逐渐转变拿捏得十分到位。去年从亚视挖来的一姐万绮雯奉献了荧幕第一个大奸角，角色本身相当丰满立体，从幼时的心理创伤到对丈夫的一片深情，绝然不是脸谱化的恶人，加之驻颜有术扮相讨喜，自开播以来一直是观众热议的焦点，纷纷表示对她爱恨交加，已然成为今年TVB荧幕上令人难以忘怀的一个经典角色。黄宗泽亦正亦邪的形象一向深入人心，这次在剧中饰演性格截然不同的兄弟二人，信手拈来无功无过，和周丽淇的情侣搭配也很新鲜，只是周丽淇又再次奉上了一个毫无记忆点的女主角，反倒不如疯癫的黄智雯和温婉的贾晓晨令人印象深刻。黄金大绿叶许绍雄和康华令亲切感倍增，TVB“百年老爸”和仿佛从《陀枪师姐》里穿越而来的心姐（两部剧饰演的角色都叫心姐）开起茶餐厅来勾起回忆满满，对于打小儿看着TVB长大的一代来说，在一部部新剧中隔三岔五地瞥到这些老人儿的身影，竟像看到老邻居般温暖窝心，这也是制作再精良的美剧英剧永远无法替代的怀旧情节。

  小时候看《壹号皇庭》对陶大宇给宣萱折的钞票桃心念念不忘，看过《好心作怪》后也定会记住“笑脸云”这个浪漫的桥段，在对新意的探寻上，张乾文监制的真诚令人赞许，期待TVB涌现更多别出心裁之作。

这篇影评可能有剧透 What is a good documentation? 看完电影 总是有很多多断断续续 且不相关联的感触 要把它们有条理地组织起来 真是考验记忆力 又不能让记忆力去捣乱看电影时的连续性 What is a good documentation? 这是看完电影的时候 ，脑海里面跳出来的话。 这是一部纪录片——它不是一个预...  (展开)